The Haunting of Brynn Wilder

by Wendy Webb

Everyone is haunted by something. A road not taken. A hurt, carried deep inside. Harsh words that echo long after the sting of them is carried away on the wind.

A century of souls inhabiting a place will leave an imprint that lingers long after they’re gone, and it lingered here. Not in a bad way. It felt well lived in.

I caught a glimpse of myself in that mirror and wondered how many women, from how many time periods, had done the same.